Logan rumbled softly in my mind, and Cora, weakened as she was, responded faintly, leaning toward that invisible pull. Time seemed to slow. For just a beat, neither of us moved.
The faint sound of Daniel clearing his throat returned us both to the moment. Marcus stepped back, his expression composed as always. But I didn’t miss it—the flicker of hesitation in those golden eyes. Like stepping back had cost him something, just as it had for me.
“It was just a misstep,” I explained quickly, feeling my cheeks heat. “I didn’t mean to—”
“No need to apologize,” Marcus interrupted, his voice quieter now. “But don’t overstrain yourself. The night’s not over yet.”
(Hazel's POV)
From the edge of the clearing, I observed the scene with sharp eyes that didn’t miss much. This wasn’t just a hun
